Frieze of Life-S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

S. K. Nicholas


Touch yourself. Forget yourself. Take a sideways step and watch those faces blur into a mess of half-remembered memories of drunken nights on the town and hungover mornings spent in the arms of a lover who’s now a stranger. Walk the grounds of a hospital where a younger version of yourself is stood outside the maternity wing smoking rollups while looking down at his feet in silent despair. Walk through shopping centres that were once green fields back in the day when your grandparents were alive and in love with a future that has long since passed. There was a time when Saturday afternoons brought the thrill of hunting down toys to buy with pocket money and visits to McDonald’s and sometimes the indoor market where I would get my hair cut by a lady who had the prettiest brown eyes you could ever imagine. There were also trips to…

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